Duke Special - Worst At The Best Of Times
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DUKE SPECIAL


Worst At The Best Of Times Lyrics

You're the best of singers with whiskey and wine
You play your part to perfection
They wake you up and tell you it's time for bed
But there is no question of letting this run any more

The cigarette's burning your fingers
There's too much wine on the floor
And more, and more, and more
You're the best, the worst, the best

Now move, you've made a great art of wasting your time
You're the national treasure for madness
But birds that sing without leaving their trees
Are prone to delusional grandness

And don't let this run anymore
Come down from your branch while you're able
There's too much blood on the floor
And more, and more, and more
You're the best, the worst, the best

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

You're the best, the worst, the best
You're the best, the worst, the best
You're the best, the worst, the worst at the best of time
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

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Songwriter(s): Peter David Robert Wilson, Iain Archer
Copyright: Kobalt Music Services Ltd. Kms, Nettwerk One Music, Kobalt Music Pub America O.B.O. Kobalt Music Services Ltd. Kms
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